If Only Time Would Stop ( I Could Save you then)

Disclaimer; Alas I own not Panic! At The disco or The Academy Is... Stupid Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump out bid me last second on eBay. :( so this is a work of fiction that hasn't and never will happen. (Sadly, about the hot boys making with the smooches, I mean.)


A/N: I think Ryan really was abused as a kid but I'm pretty sure it wasn't as bad as I'll hint at. Any abuse in this fic came from my warped mind. And I do not think abuse is something to be taken lightly.

A/N 2: this fic is poorly written, I know that, so please don’t jump down my throat about it. This is just carp I type up at 4 in the am when I can’t sleep.

Chapter 1:

I couldn't understand why no one noticed him being even more quite then usual. I mean I used to be able to make him laugh so hard he would have tears in his eyes and be gasping for breath, now though... he barely smiles, and that hurt because he has a beautiful smile that can make the most hopeless person smile back.

I'd tried to figure out what could possibly be the cause but I'd only drawn blanks. I did think, however, that maybe his band mates would have a clue (I still don't know why I thought that). So I made my way to Spencer's and Brendon's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Brend's muffled voice called through the door.

"It's Will, I need to talk to you." the door opened to revile Brendon's handsome face.

"What can I do ya for?" he asked with a poor attempt at a southern accent.

"It’s about Ry, I'm worried about him." Brendon gave a look over his shoulder at Spence and then stepped aside so I could enter.

"What about Ry?" he asked once we had sat down. Me on one bed Brend and Spence on the other facing me.

"Haven't you noticed that he's been more withdrawn lately?"

"William, it’s probably nothing. He hasn't been getting as much sleep as he's used to lately."

"Why?" I wasn't going to back down. I wanted answers, damn it!

"I don't know but if something was wrong he would tell someone. So don't worry about it." Spencer said trying to dismiss my concern.

"If something big was eating up at you but you felt it was your burden alone to carry, would you tell anyone?" I asked trying to get them to see my point. Brendon shifted, like he was nerves but Spencer just looked me in the eye and said. "You should just leave well enough alone." I knew I wasn't going to get the information I wanted from them so I stood and said my goodbyes and left. When I got to the lift I decided to go straight to the source of my worry. Ryan.

TBC